Beautiful


I am a beautiful young woman
My features are like no other
This temple isn’t for you to come in.
I know you’re not worthy to be my lover.

My eyes calm thundering storms
The beauty of my mind goes against the norms.
My beautiful smile glitters and brightens days.
The presence of my being has many in a daze.

I’m a bundle, a deal.
Quite a few would consider me a steal.
Head held high, ready for any surprises.
Words always considered and spoken wise.

I am a beautiful young woman.
My heart is taken and worn easily.
The ill ways I’ve been treated should be inhuman.
My interior is strong, luckily.

My eyes calm thundering storms
days I feel as if I’m punished with a crown of thorns.
Other days I feel blessed and honored
Prepared for evil and ready to conquer.

I’m a bundle, a deal.
I’ve got an attractive appeal.
It’s easy to love me.
Never do I think anyone is above or below me.

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